User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20160718225616

@Blue @Barty (March to Rimforst)

Perhaps surprisingly, there was a seemingly unanimous vote of confidence in the stoat, voiced by a resounding "Aye, Captain!" from the lot; not a single naysayer's jibe was heard.

On, up they went, until Wintor was nothing but a minimal array of winking lights behind them, and the snows came down in blankets and sheets.

And not too far behind them, two more creatures tagged along in the swirling fog and frost, more than likely wishing they had garnered thicker garments for the long trek ahead.